Without feathers, I’m soaring
I’m light on my feet
Flying past landscapes
The wind on my cheeks
At first, I thought I was dreaming
But I was still counting sheep
So I knew I was awake
And not fast asleep
With my arms out extended
I reached mountain peaks
I flew over oceans
Over the shallow and deep
I thought about landing
Nonchalant and discreet
But instead, I kept soaring
Because the view was so sweet